Speaking of Drinking…
By Mitch Berg
Someone buy Cake Eater Kathy a drink or ten:
Ahem
I Am Cancer Free!
Seriously.No residual cancer in my chest, abdomen or pelvis. Also, no new cancer in my chest, abdomen or pelvis.
It’s all good, kids.
To paraphrase Dr. Academic, I’m as close to cured as I’m going to get.
Thanks for all of your support, my devoted Cake Eater readers. You’re a bunch of rock stars.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go and get stinkin’ drunk.
Kudos to Kathy. And whatever it was – God, physiology, capricious fate, the karmic imprecations of all of her fans – that got her here.
I might just have to tip one myself, here…
November 19th, 2007 at 4:55 pm
Thanks Mitch.
I’ll hit you up for that drink at the next MOB gathering, shall I?
November 19th, 2007 at 5:01 pm
In other words:
KATHY: “Give me booze, liquid fire, give me that which I desire?”
Sure! You’re on!
November 19th, 2007 at 6:46 pm
Excellent.
Way to bend Metallica to your will. Impressed.
Now, go and see if you can’t do something about that little bitch, Lars Ulrich.